Somehow, the asian managed to struggle himself into a pair of underwear, some sweatpants and even an actual shirt before he hung up the phone and tossed it to the side, not bothering to say goodbye as he cleared the distance from his bedroom to the front door in a matter of seconds, not that he was hurrying for Dylan or anything. Nope. Nevermind the fact that the Korean nearly crashed into the door when he tried to skid to a hasty halt in front of it and the physics of momentum was having none of it.
"Fucking finally." Dylan greeted dryly with a matching roll of his huge whiskey orbs, shouldering his way past Ju and on into the house before his companion could so much as invite him in, though this was truly no surprise as Dylan was there so often it was unlikely people didn't just already assume they were roommates (On a totally unrelated note, Ju knew that the woman next door hadn't called the police as Dylan had feared because she often brought cookies and casseroles over to him in an excuse to grill him on his "sweet little boyfriend" that was over all the time - Despite Ju's numerous attempts to inform her that Dylan was neither sweet nor his boyfriend - her favorite questions being "are you using protection?" and "will there be an open bar at the wedding?")
The brunette moved across the room and flopped himself haphazardly across Ju's couch, throwing his legs up on the armrest of one side and stretching himself out across the piece of furnicher so his Retro Mario T-shirt rode up slightly in the middle, showing off the pale expanse of his navel and revealing the beginnings of a thin line of hair trailing down below the waistline of the teen's tight fitting jeans... And - Oh wow - Ju was fucking gay. All the asian wanted to do was press his lips against the newly exposed skin and trace that line with his tongue until he followed it under those suddenly obnoxious jeans and claimed the boy for his own.
"You just gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna get over here?" Dylan propted abruptly, letting everyone know that his friend had been anything but subtle as he'd hoped.
"What?" Ju balked abruptly, suddenly pulled from thoughts of what his companion's fingers would feel like fisted in his hair while he tormented him with his mouth only to be met with suggestive sentences like that.
Dylan, however, merely smirked and raised a wry eyebrow, leaving Ju floundering for at least a good minute before the kid finally took mercy on his companion and held up his book bag from where he'd tossed it beside the couch, shaking it at the asian in explanation.
"Oh. Right. Yeah." Ju sighed breathlessly, sucking in a huge, steadying breath and letting back out again slowly to try and regain his composure as he moved across the room to where Dylan propped himself up to make room for him on the couch. It was anything but effective. There was virtually nothing the teen could do to calm his wired nerves nor his heart that had decided to pursue a career in the racing industry when Dylan splayed himself out like that, especially not when the brunette happened to be doing so on the very couch that had featured in Ju's inconvenient dream.
"Whaddya wanna study?" Ju forced himself to speak as smoothly as he could, trying to appear as normal and heterosexual as humanly possible as he took a seat beside his companion and absolutely ignored any images sitting there with his newest addiction may have conjured and instead picked up his TV remote and began flipping through channels to find some worthy background noise. (Though: "Highlight Reel of Your Embarrassing Wet Dream!" seemed to be the only movie his brain was willing to view at the moment.)
"Chemistry!" Dylan answered without hesitation, waggling his eyebrows suggestively as a wry smirk drew his full lips up and the kid playfully stuck out his light pink tongue, revealing the glimmering, metallic ball in all its seductive glory and Ju really had to wonder if Dylan did this shit on purpose. "It's been really hard recently." The brunette boy added smoothly, pouting slightly as he spoke and yeah, fuck Dylan, (Oh gods, Ju would love to) he was definitely doing this shit on purpose.
"Hardy har." Ju snorted out dryly, settling for the short answer as he didn't entirely trust his voice at the moment and would hate to croak out in the middle of the sentence (Yeah, no, he was actually much more worried about saying something like "I'll show you chemistry" if he took the risk of letting his unobedient mouth have the wheel.)
Dylan's playful pout dipped to something more akin to an actual frown, bringing Ju's heart to a stuttering halt as the suspicion that maybe that hadn't been the response his companion was looking for and perhaps would have prefered his unspoken flirt bubbled up in his mind. However, the kid regained his casual smile a moment later and snatched the remote from the Korean's hands and began flipping through channels, so Ju pushed the thought away, marking Dylan's disappointed expression off as his own hopeful imagination's making - Though the older teen did have to note the obvious fact that his friend made no moves to produce any sort of text book, chemistry or otherwise.
Ju snarled playfully before lunging for the stolen remote, throwing his body across Dylan's as the brunette shrieked and attempted to squirm to the far side of the couch, wildly mashing buttons as he went. The asian would not be deterred, however, and crawled after his companion with vicious intent, all but pinning the smaller boy against the armrest of the old couch as he continued to press in even when Dylan could evade him no further, cornering the younger male by covering any means of escape with his body, his strong arms braced on either side of the corner to erase any hope of snagging freedom.
"Ju! Your movie choices suck!" Dylan protested frantically, but his voice was high pitched with obvious notes of playful fear as he clutched the holy grail of remotes against his chest as if it were his most prized possession.
"We have watched Star Wars four times this week, Dylan!" The Korean countered in a low growl, the threatening tone making his victim squeak and shrink back as Ju hovered over him and moved in for the kill.
"It was only three times! The Last Jedi doesn't count!" Dylan whined pleadingly, his voice small and helpless as if he already knew he was beat and oh, gods, the things it made Ju want to do, first and foremost on that list being hauling the smaller boy off this stupid couch and carrying him back to Ju's bed where he belonged.
"It counts!" Ju huffed directly beside Dylan's ear, nearly letting out a pleased growl when he saw the small shudder Dylan gave at the feel of the asian's breath against his skin. However, "nearly" became "fucking did" when Dylan let out a soft whine, shifting about under Ju, who had ended up almost completely on top of the smaller boy in his valiant attempt to save his eyeballs from watching Luke kiss his sister one more time.
Dylan froze up at the unmistakably lustful sound, his breath audibly catching in his throat and Ju suddenly became acutely aware of the absolute lack of space between them, his own muscled leg shoved up between his companion's and his mouth literally centimeters away from his friend's goosebump covered neck.
"Star Wars is fine!" Ju declared panickedly, scrambling back and nearly tripping over himself to reach the far side of the couch, his heart hammering madly against his ribcage as if it truly intended to break forth and throw itself at Dylan as the asian tried to put as much distance as possible between them before he could do anything stupid.
However, Dylan was apparently having none of this for the kid crawled after his companion before coming to sit directly in front of the Korean male, legs pulled up underneath him (Ju couldn't give two flying fucks what the brunette's ratty Converses were doing to his couch) and arms crossed angrily in front of his chest as he leaned in until there was about all of two inches between Ju's face and his own. Dylan's pink lips were turned down in a disgruntled frown and a look of unrelenting determination glimmered in his hazel orbs as he practically scowled at his companion, leaving Ju equal parts confused and aroused.
"Okay, Ju, I'mma just drop all the study date bullshit. We both know that's not why I'm here." The younger teen began haughtily.
Um, no, what? Ju had totally been under the impression Dylan needed help with Chemistry here.
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